Things Happen

Summary:
What if Bella kissed Jake in the truck? An interesting "what if." Will Edward still take her back? Will Bella want him back? Warning: The rating of this story is subject to change at any time.

Notes:
This is my first fan fic ever so have pity. I like to have constructive criticism so feel free to leave me a review. Disclaimer: I do not own any charactors or settings. This story is not meant for infringement. All belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Disclaimer #2: No song lyrics in this story belong to me. All belongs to their rightful owners. Chapter #4 is up!

5. Save Me

Billy's dead. He had a heart attack. Jake was having such a hard time. Billy was his best friend.

I went back to the house with Jake. I held him while he cried. It was almost midnight by the time his tears finally stopped coming. Jake wasn't a loud crier, he just had a lot of tears and it took awhile to get him back on his feet.

"I'm sorry, Bells. I..I.."

"Jake stop talking. I'll be right back. I'm getting some clothes for you. There is no way you are staying alone tonight."

"Bells, I can't do that to you and Charlie."

"Charlie will understand."

He gave in after contemplating it for a few minutes. I couldn't let him stay here alone. There was no telling what Jake would do when he got this sad and was left alone and I wasn't going to use this as a chance to find out.

I let Jake get all of his stuff together. I started the truck. He came out with his bag. As he was walking I noticed something. He looked more like a child now (if a person as big as Jake can actually look like a child) then he ever had. The way his head hung and his shoulders slumped just made me want to give him a hug.

He slung his bag in the back and climbed in. I leaned over and hugged him.

"Thanks," he said simply.

"Anytime."

***

When we got to the house I explained that Jake needed a place to stay for the night and, of course, Charlie was okay with it. Billy was Charlie's best friend after all, and he wanted to do anything he could to help his son. He said that Jacob could stay as long as he needed to.

I made up the couch for him.

"Bella, thanks." I thought about his simple little statement. I thought about how I owed Jake for so much.

"Jake, thanks," I returned.

"For what?"

"For everything you have done for me since...I fell apart."

"Sure, sure."

"Goodnight, Jake."

"'Night."

I smiled and then headed up to my room. I fell asleep quickly.

***

I awoke when I heard something downstairs. I looked at the clock. The digital numbers blinked 3:23 A.M. I went down to check it out just in case Jake needed something.

I tiptoed into the living room to find Jake rolled up in a ball sobbing.

"Oh, Jake."

"I'm sorry I woke you up," he choked out. He was trying to be strong...Jake always did that. He was strong when he was the one that should be falling to pieces.

"Come here." I pulled his head into my lap as I sat down.

He tried not to cry. He tried to wipe away the tears.

"Jacob, you can cry."

"Billy would have wanted me to be strong."

"Yes, he would have. Crying is not a sign of weakness though. It takes a real man to cry for the things he loves. It shows passion for living."

He sat up and hugged me while he let the tears fall.

After the tears stopped flowing, I kissed his wet cheek.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

**Jacob's POV Four Day s Later**

Bella wasn't acting the same. I was starting to wonder if that kiss in the truck and the ones that had followed even meant anything to her. Sure, she had asked me if I wanted to be with her and of course, I had said yes, but it still felt like she was avoiding any situations that might bring us closer. If I told her I loved her she would change the subject or not answer me. I was starting to worry, but I would wait as long as she needed.

Bella asked Charlie to let me stay until the funeral was over. I agreed. I couldn't do this alone. A plus side of the situation was that I could protect Bella from that bloodsucker that was still after her.

After the first night, Bella came down every night, when I started to cry. She comforted me. We were both extremely tired after staying up so much of the night.

"Jake, the couch is too short for you and you're tired. You can go sleep up in my room."

"You're tired too."

"I'm not one hundred feet tall."

"I can deal with it."

"I can't. Now come on." She grabbed my hand and tried to pull me up the stairs. I gave up and went willingly.

"Lay down, sleep, and call me if you need anything."

I sat down on the bed. I patted next to me. She sat and I hugged her.

"Thank you. I mean it. Not just because you gave me a place to sleep. You've kept me alive. I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you, Bells."

She smiled, hugged me again, and said, "There isn't anything I have done that you haven't done for me ten-fold." Then she tried to stand up.

"Bella, please stay with me. I don't want to be alone. Please."

I laid down on the bed and she lay next to me.

"Jake?"

"Hm?"

"Don't take this personal, but don't lay too close. I don't exactly want to be baked while I'm sleeping."

"Right."

'Cause, maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me and after all, you're my wonderwall. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I feel about you baby. There are many things I'd like to say to you but I don't know how. So maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me, and after all, you're my wonderwall. I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me.